Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 371 Unification
Xiang Zhili glanced around, ignoring the tense Nie Zhaonan and Hu Qinglei. When he saw Bing Feng had also advanced to the Spiritual Transformation Stage, he showed some surprise, but it was only a flash. He then turned to ask about something more important:
"Well, what is the situation in Kunwu Mountain at this time?"

"The soul of the Ancient Demon Saint has been killed by Fellow Daoist Nie," Madam Mu replied simply.

Xiang Zhili's expression changed and he no longer looked happy. He glanced at Nie Zhaonan quietly, and moved his lips a few times, wanting to ask something, but ultimately did not ask.

"Fellow Daoist Hu, Junior Brother Nie, what are you doing?" Xiang Zhili rolled his eyes, as if he couldn't see the situation clearly.

"This old demon Hu attacked us secretly with the Yin Ling Spear. If it weren't for me, my junior brother, having some ability to protect myself, he would have died here today." Nie Zhaonan replied calmly, not hiding the hatred for Hu Qinglei in his words at all.

"Yin Ling Spear!" Xiang Zhili didn't know that this thing was in Hu Qinglei's hand. He was also surprised and jumped up out of nowhere. Then he looked at him with disbelief and said:

"Fellow Daoist Hu, there shouldn't be much hatred between you and Junior Brother Nie, so why would you use the Yin Spirit Spear to attack Junior Brother Nie? Fellow Daoist, you should know that once this spear is used, it will be a fight to the death."

“What cultivators like me talk about are opportunities and treasures. Whether there are grudges or not is of no use. The two spiritual treasures in the Demon Suppression Tower have fallen into Nie Zhaonan’s hands. The Eight Spirit Ruler and the Black Wind Flag were both well-known existences in ancient times. The Black Wind Flag is an extremely rare space-type spiritual treasure, and he has not had time to refine it. Now is a good time to take action.” Hu Qinglei said coldly without changing his expression.

Hearing the invitation to join forces in Hu Qinglei's last words, Xiang Zhili did not agree at all. Instead, he said solemnly:

"Fellow Daoist Hu, we have known each other for thousands of years. It is impossible for you to drag me down and make things difficult for me. Don't think I don't know. You are clearly attracted to Junior Brother Nie's main cultivation method. Those two spiritual treasures are just an excuse to cover up your purpose."

He could still see how powerful Nie Zhaonan's main technique was. It was definitely not as powerful as the top-level techniques in the human world. If he had a thunder-attributed spiritual root, he might be tempted.

"Since fellow Daoist Xiang has made it clear, I will not deny it. The martial arts practiced by Nie Zhaonan is far from comparable to the martial arts we practice, not to mention its power. Even if fellow Daoist Xiang cannot practice this kind of martial arts, the benefits he will gain from comprehending it will not be small." Old Demon Hu still tried to persuade without giving up.

Xiang Zhili glanced at Nie Zhaonan inadvertently, and happened to meet Nie Zhaonan's half-smiley eyes. Then he pretended nothing happened and looked away, coughed dryly and said:

"Junior Brother Nie and I are from the same sect. I, Xiang Zhili, will never take the initiative to attack Junior Brother Nie."

"Thank you very much, senior brother." Nie Zhaonan smiled faintly.

At this time, Xiang Zhili said with some concern:
"But Junior Brother, you should think twice before a life-and-death battle. Although Junior Brother is not weaker than an average Divine Transformation cultivator, if it is a life-and-death battle, Old Demon Hu has practiced for more than a thousand years and cannot be easily defeated, let alone killed. Who knows, Junior Brother may end up meeting with an unexpected accident."

Xiang Zhili sounded sincere and seemed to be thinking about him, but Nie Zhaonan did not agree at all. He just shook his head and said:
"Brother, do you want to resolve this matter? This is impossible."

"Hu Lao Mo has already launched a sneak attack. Am I, Nie Zhaonan, supposed to just pretend nothing happened and endure it? I, Nie Zhaonan, am not a weakling who can be bullied!"

"Brother, you are trying to persuade me because of your thousand-year friendship with Hu Lao Mo, and you are also considering my interests. I will not take this matter to heart."

"Alas" Hearing this, Xiang Zhili didn't say much, so he kept silent and moved away.

Let the two of them resolve the grudge between them themselves. If he interferes too much, it will be counterproductive and will not please both sides.

Hu Lao Mo laughed loudly towards the sky:
"He is just a young boy with some luck, yet he dares to be so rude to a senior in the Spiritualization Stage. Such an arrogant person should not have stayed in the world long ago."

Hu Lao Mo glanced coldly at Nie Zhaonan opposite him, then suddenly made hand gestures and muttered something.

The scroll slowly opened with the sound of a spell. A ball of green light flickered on the opened scroll. A dozen green hills of different sizes were faintly visible in it. It was actually a beautiful landscape painting.

But before anyone could see clearly the contents on the scroll, a green mist immediately emerged from the scroll and submerged the entire scroll in an instant.

A cry came from the green mist, and eighteen green light pillars shot up into the sky.

An incredible scene appeared!

When these light pillars dimmed in the sky, miniature hills about ten feet in size appeared, each of which was lush green and full of spiritual energy.

"When did Old Monster Hu get this rare treasure? It actually has the power of a spiritual treasure." Seeing this strange sight, Xiang Zhili was shocked and muttered to himself.

Nie Zhaonan looked calm, and just pointed at the flying sword in front of him. Suddenly, a sharp sound was heard, and the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword and the Yimu Divine Thunder Sword both shone brightly. As they flew high into the sky together, the size of the flying swords also increased rapidly, becoming more than ten times larger in an instant. The giant sword flew across the sky, and the sharp sword energy was stirring in all directions.

Madam Mu, Xuan Qingzi and the pretty female cultivator felt a chill in their hearts as they watched. The power of each giant sword above far exceeded the full-strength attack of a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, not to mention that there were as many as 146 of them, with two of them being even larger in size. The aura they emitted made the three of them tremble in their hearts, and they had no intention of resisting at all.

"You have so many natal flying swords, and you have cultivated them to such amazing powers. You have only been practicing for three or four hundred years. The skills you have cultivated are truly heaven-defying! But it is impossible for you to defeat me with these flying swords." Hu Qinglei's sinister eyes were filled with excitement.

Although his natal magic weapon was one level more powerful than these flying swords, it was far inferior in terms of quantity, not to mention the length of time he had spent cultivating his natal magic weapon.

"Defeat you? It's good enough that you can survive this attack." Nie Zhaonan chuckled.

Without giving Hu Lao Mo a chance to speak, Nie Zhaonan took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and spurted out two balls of blood. Then he pinched his hands together and shot up into the sky.

Suddenly, the essence of blood flashed and turned into hundreds of blood-colored runes in the wind, shooting straight into the sky and disappearing into the flying swords in a flash.

The one hundred and forty-six flying swords in the air spun around and suddenly moved towards the center. They merged into one in an instant and turned into a giant green and gold sword, a thousand feet in size. It made a sharp sound like a dragon's roar, but as the sound was made, the size of the giant sword shrank by more than ten times and became tens of feet in size. At the same time, a huge aura spread out from it.

The method of combining all the flying swords into one seems extremely easy, but one can imagine how difficult it is to combine two flying swords with completely different properties, gold and wood.

Originally, to achieve this step, one needed to refine five sets of flying swords made of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and rely on the principle of the mutual generation and restraint of the five elements to be able to combine them into one.

But facing Hu Lao Mo, an old monster who had lived for more than a thousand years and was in the God Transformation Stage, Nie Zhaonan had to expend his own blood and energy to force the flying swords to merge into one. The time it took to merge was extremely short, and it only had the power of one strike. "How is this possible!" Feeling the huge spiritual pressure coming from the blue and gold giant swords, Hu Lao Mo's face changed drastically, and a sense of fear rose in his heart.

But his experience in fighting was so rich, and his state of mind had reached an extremely high level after countless years of hard training. The fear in his heart was wiped out in an instant.

Hu Lao Mo roared, and a beam of blood shot out from his mouth and circled around his arms. Suddenly, his arms were separated from his shoulders. The broken ends were extremely smooth, but no blood flowed out, which looked extremely strange.

The two arms flashed and flew towards the scroll, disappearing into it.

After a muffled bang, the green mist rolled violently, and the originally emerald green scroll turned blood red. Red light burst out, and a nauseating bloody smell spread out.

"Go!" Hu Lao Mo shouted loudly, and the blood-colored scroll shot into the air with a whistling sound. With a sweep of red light, the emerald green peaks in the sky were retracted into the scroll.

As the aura emitted by the blood-colored scroll became stronger and stronger, and turned into a huge size of hundreds of feet in the red light, a blood-colored landscape painting unfolded in the sky, protecting Hu Lao Mo firmly underneath it.

At this time, the giant blue and gold sword in the sky also slashed down with a sword sound, and headed straight for the location where Hu Laomo was.

The tip of the sword was glowing with blue and gold, and when Fang was pointed at, even with the blood pattern blocking him, Hu Lao Mo felt a chill down his spine.

He could clearly feel that the Nascent Soul in his body had been locked tightly. Unless he could resist and resolve the attack with all his strength, otherwise, even if he escaped thousands of miles away, the giant sword above his head would follow him to the end like a leech attached to his bones.

Of course, the most terrifying thing is the terrifying power contained in this blue and gold giant sword itself.

Ordinary divine cultivators would be reduced to ashes immediately by the destructive power contained in it, let alone being able to withstand this giant sword. Even if they were slightly touched, they would probably be reduced to ashes immediately.

Fortunately, he was very confident in the blood map above his head. This thing was an extremely rare space defense treasure. In terms of the sophistication of defense alone, it was far superior to ordinary spiritual treasures.

Feeling the threat getting closer and closer from above, Hu Lao Mo desperately spat out several balls of blood and essence, while at the same time activating a magic spell.

The essence of blood turned into several red rays and shot towards the sky. After a flash of blood, it disappeared into the blood picture.

With the blessing of Hu Lao Mo's essence and blood again, the blood map seemed to have taken a tonic. Blood mist dissipated and covered the sky here. At the same time, an extremely strange blood-colored light beam spurted out from the map and just hit the falling giant sword.

As soon as the two came into contact, the blood-red light column spread out like a beam of light, instantly enveloping the giant sword. Then, in a flash of blood, the blood light and the giant sword disappeared at the same time.

“This map can seal all spiritual treasures and absorb them into it. Even if your natal flying sword is very powerful, it is impossible to break out of the map by force.” Feeling the Nascent Soul’s feeling of being strangely locked disappear, Hu Laomo laughed strangely.

Nie Zhaonan didn't say much, just glanced over his shoulders twice, seeing nothing.

"You are not much better!" Hu Lao Mo's eyes were filled with resentment when he noticed Nie Zhaonan's undisguised gaze.

"I just lost some blood and essence. Unlike you, you not only lost most of your blood and essence, but also lost both arms. Poor human pig." Nie Zhaonan said lightly.

"It's my fault that I thought too highly of you, Nie Zhaonan. You disappoint me so much." At this moment, Hu Lao Mo regretted his decision to sacrifice his arms with blood. Even though this greatly increased the power of the blood diagram, it was still a bit of an overkill.

Nie Zhaonan sneered, and as the sneer died down, Hu Laomo felt a sense of horror for no reason in his heart.

Hu Lao Mo hurriedly raised his head and saw a straight white line emerging in the center of the blood map, as thin as a hair, but extremely clear.

"Impossible!" Hu Laomo lost his composure and became completely panicked.

Just when he was about to open his mouth and offer up some treasure, it was too late.

A blue and gold sword light illuminated the sky and earth, and fell down in a flash.

Silently, Hu Lao Mo's body split into two halves and fell to both sides, and even his Nascent Soul didn't have a chance to escape.

The blue and gold sword lights also exploded after this strike, transforming into 146 wailing flying swords. The light dimmed, and they shot away in all directions.

Nie Zhaonan's mind and spirit were connected, his face turned pale, and he spurted out several balls of blood. His aura also weakened a bit, but he didn't care about anything else and hurriedly swung his long sleeves into the air.

Suddenly, the one hundred and forty-six flying swords changed direction and flew back downwards, then disappeared into Nie Zhaonan's sleeves and were taken back into his body.

"Junior Brother Nie! You actually have such great magical powers!" Seeing that the old demon Hu was killed in one blow, Xiang Zhili's small eyes widened. While he felt a chill in his heart, his face was full of disbelief.

Nie Zhaonan coughed a few times and said weakly:

"It was just a blow that consumed a lot of my vitality. My current realm has even fallen to the early stage of the Nascent Soul."

When Nie Zhaonan retracted his flying sword, Nangong Wan flew over and gently supported Nie Zhaonan with concern.

"Junior brother, you are joking. There has never been such a junior brother in ancient books who can use his Nascent Soul cultivation to cross a large realm and kill a Spiritualization cultivator with one blow. Now, junior brother, your cultivation level has dropped, and you have consumed too much blood, essence, and vitality. As long as you make up for your injuries, your realm will naturally recover." Xiang Zhili's words were unusually polite, and a trace of respect unconsciously flowed out of him.

Even Xiang Zhili had no confidence that he could withstand the attack from all the swords combined together earlier. Now, facing Nie Zhaonan, his nominal junior brother, he was a little scared.

(End of this chapter)